Well, sadly our first real medical attempt at having a baby did not work. Which, in perfect time, we found out on Valentine’s day. We also decided that we’re not celebrating Valentine’s day anymore. I don’t think we have ever really had a good V-day. Every other day of the year with my husband is better than February 14th usually is.
I won’t go into details because it’s fairly depressing.
I haven’t been writing much because I haven’t been inspired to write. I blame my current state of domesticity. I have become some kind of cleaning robot. My brain is shut off for most of the day, some of the rest of the time I am busy shopping which only takes a few brain cells and the remainder I am fully engaged in spending time with Louie.
We’re gearing up for our second round of IUI, only 2 more chances at that and then I think we’re ready to start talking IVF. We will see.
The only thing I plan on doing differently is not walking on egg shells for an entire month. I spent so much time trying not to stress myself out that I think I started to stress out from lack of stimulation and boredom. This time I think I’ll just continue life as normal, because as Louie likes to remind me that my life is “a continuous vacation”. I can’t argue with him. I did some laundry then fell asleep on the recliner watching Swamp People this morning.
Ok fine. I’m lying about the laundry.